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sardonx · 6 months
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One of my favourite outfits ❤️
👚: Cotton On
👖: The Fix
👟: PnP Clothing
👜: My Mom
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sardonx · 8 months
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New comer fashion blogger 💚
Shoes: Nike
Dress: Mr. Price
Shades:
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sardonx · 1 year
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Art, no Ifs.
Ever imagined how life would be, if you never met each other
If you never fell in love with each other, 
If you never danced--never kissed.
Ever imagined imagined how your life will be like without her?
Ever noticed how...
No matter how many times you say you have a type
Convince yourself to date different people
However, looking back you realise that--
Roses come in different colours but they still roses.
Loving someone is a type of ART.
Practiced by most, thou few were masterpieces
Admired by everyone, but some hid.
“It’s shameful and sad to allow ourselves to be vulnerable,
especially another human. giving them too much power.
Why Would One Do That?” 
Being someone else’s masterpiece is a  form of ART
and Art is beautiful.
It’s damn near impossible to comprehend this kind of ART.
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sardonx · 1 year
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Over It.
Listening to their favourite songs,
Eating their favourite meals,
Wearing his shirt,
Watching their favourite movies,
What else could a woman ask for right?
She used to tell me...
Then she realised she’s sharing him, and she hates sharing!
She keeps saying she doesn’t care, yet her eyes tell a different story
Her eyes, something is spinning behind her eyes. 
She’s over him, she says, but she watches and stalks. 
Everything that happens in his life, she knows. 
She can’t help it, she just has to know
She’s over him, she says
Yet I still hear her crying for him.
She hurts at the mention of his name
Over and Over again, she hurts.
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sardonx · 1 year
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Excitement.
Five months six days before her 18th birthday, it’s the period after lunch, she’s with her friends in class - sitting and laughing like any other day, except, her excitement was slightly overwhelming. 
Kat couldn’t couldn’t properly process what was happening as she didn’t understand what was happening, or why. She was flabbergasted by her body it annoyed her. What was happening to her body? What is this feeling? She had to know.
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